125. Chapter One-Hundred-Twenty-Five
Chapter One-Hundred-Twenty-Five
Riley
Scarlett turns away from the sunrise to kiss me. She pushes onto her tiptoes, and I lean in to let our lips touch. Her body feels good in my arms, and I can taste the hunger in her kiss.
There’s an urgency in her that my body responds to intensely.
For the first time, in a very long time, it feels like I’m in perfect fucking alignment.
My heart wants this woman. My mind reinforces that want, and my body is full of desire.
She’s my one true mate.
The only woman I’m gonna want for the rest of my life.
It sounds crazy, but that’s only because of the life I’ve had.
All the women who came before Scarlett mean nothing to me.
They never did, and they were never gonna.
She’s the only one who could make me whole.
Breaking the kiss, she steps back and removes her clothing, and I finally get to see her in all her sun-kissed glory. She’s as stunning as I suspected she would be, and she even has a little bit of ink on her right side. I can’t take my eyes off her.
“I’d tell you to take a picture if you’re gonna stare at me for much longer, but I’d need you to sign an NDA,” she jokes as she reaches out to tug on the front of my tank top to bring me closer.
“I don’t need a picture when I’ve got you right in front of me. I’m just admiring the view. It’s too perfect not to be studied.”
She actually blushes. It’s cute, because she’s really not the shy type.
I move in close and get down on my knees in front of her.
The ink on her side is mostly red. It’s a dragon.
The style is sexy, with a side of fierce.
It definitely suits her.
But that’s not what I really got down on my knees for.
I put my arm around her leg and start to press kisses to her waist, hip and belly.
She sighs softly, and I see her head roll back when I look up.
Her pussy has been waxed. The skin is shiny and smooth.
That makes it easy to find her clit.
I run my thumb over it while I dip a finger inside her.
She’s so wet, I don’t have to wait long to add a second finger.
I rub her clit slowly while my fingers push and press until she gasps in shock, and her legs shake under her. Finding the right spot can be tricky. But I know I’ve got it now.
“Lay down,” I tell her, taking my hand back.
She sits down, and leans in to kiss me first, taking me by surprise.
I kiss back, feeling her hunger as it grows into a desperate need.
When she lets go, my teeth are tingling with the desire to mark her.
I ignore them as she lays down, legs spread before me.
The taste of her on my fingers reminds me of her perfume.
It opens up my own hunger right before I sink down between her legs.
I push my fingers back inside her, finding the right spot that’s gonna make her come and rubbing against it until she’s moaning under me, before I allow my tongue to glide over the sensitive flesh above.
She sucks in a sharp breath, and her legs start to shake.
I guess I could have found that spot when she was laying down after all.
“Oh my God,” she murmurs, hand on her chest when I look up. “You’re gonna make me come so hard …”
I don’t stop to tell her that’s the plan, but I think she gets it.
She tilts her hips as my fingers work inside her.
Every stroke is hitting just right, I can tell.
My tongue is barely doing a thing, just flicking against her clit.
It’s the tips of my fingers that are doing all the hard work.
When she cries out, it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.
Her juices flood my fingers, thickening fast and bringing her body’s natural lubricant right out.
I sit up and watch as she arches her back and lets out a soft, low moan.
The scent of her sweet, fruity perfume fills my lungs when I take in a breath.
It’s enough to turn my semi into a full-on rager inside my shorts.
“You smell so fucking good,” I moan as I take my fingers out of her.
The thick sheen of her slick coating them is too tempting to resist.
I suck it off my fingers, every drop, while she recovers from our foreplay, and catches her breath before the main show.
Her eyes widen as I strip off my tank top.
“I got my perfume back,” she murmurs, sounding amazed.
She really must have thought it was gone for good.
“My fingers are that good, huh?” I ask, making her smile.
“Oh, they were really something,” she admits, with a laugh.
“Wait ‘til you see what I can do with my tongue.”
“I think I’m wet enough for your knot already.”
She’s definitely wet enough. Her slick has come in.
But that’s not the point.
I wanted to make this special.
There’s not much special about it if I don’t make sure she comes as much as possible.
“I don’t think so. I’ll tell you when you’re wet enough.”
I strip out of my shorts and move up to kiss her.
It’s warm and bright out here now, and we’re naked on a private beach.
This kind of opportunity doesn’t come along every day.
We’ve got to make it last.